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(NOW CLOSED:) Marvel RE: Imagine - A Marvel Comics Roleplay

Guess I have to finish up my Spider-concept a little sooner than I expected, then.

Anime & Manga! Oh my! (Anime/Manga Thread)

Dub quality is very circumstantial too.

But it is nice to do things and not have to read, like cooking, etc.

(NOW CLOSED:) Marvel RE: Imagine - A Marvel Comics Roleplay

OBLIVION

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How had life treated her? Pretty well, all things considered. She’s sure others had done better, even amongst those of them that showed up for this whole short notice reunion thing. Reunions were usually split up in ten year gaps, allowing for greater success or greater failure to be experienced in a person’s life. Not that CJ cared. She noticed, but she didn’t care. Things were getting torn down–the town was changing, so someone probably thought it was the best idea to spring it on people that a lowkey mid-way reunion was in the books. Part of her wants to talk about her life. How things were going upward. But really, she doesn’t want to hear how well Ivory or anybody’s lives had been. She doesn’t get the chance either. Before she can utter a one-note response Jack starts talking. Hanna screams again. Ivory uses big words and everyone heads back to the table. CJ takes her food and another drink, sighs, and follows suit. Lucas mentions that they aren’t sure if the shitty reunion is supposed to be just a night of drinking. Hanna mentions she forgot about something. Then there’s a toast and everyone starts raising their glasses like it's a big old movie, she would’ve laughed but she has a mouthful of burger. She mockingly raises her glass as she swallows her food. ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔

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Marvel - Re: Imagined

OBLIVION

I don’t see any of you sluts using the Yearbook header on the sheets tab yet

@Salsa Verde

Haven't got mine yet.

OBLIVION

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It is a sly barb. CJ notices it, but she doesn’t take any mind over it. She takes another drink, “At least you still have your sense of humor. Guess that’s what keeps you alive.” As much as CJ wants to keep throwing residual snark back at Jack to see how she would continue to struggle, another voice hits the air–Ivory’s. CJ guesses that she’s either getting a drink herself or she wants to make sure CJ doesn’t chase Jack right out of the bar. And boy did CJ want to. She asks how they were holding up. A weird question. Ivory isn’t blind and neither Anni or Jack are subtle. It wasn’t 1:1 like how it was in high school, but it seemed CJ could still get people to react, sometimes even by just existing in a space. She did that in the scene in Portland, too. If anybody expected her to have changed, well, it wouldn’t take long to show them that she had gotten much much worse. “Waiting for my food while Jack’s holding off on an anxiety attack.” CJ remarks, glibly, as she turns to look at Ivory if only for a minute with drink in hand. After slamming the rest of it, she turns back to look toward the bar staff as she slides her glass for a refill. “Unless you mean, like, in general.” ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔

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Gowi's Testing Place!

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G M P O S T
G M P O S T

_{Location: The Grand City of Atutania}

Prologue: To Be A Knight!

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The first day of the second season¹ of the calendar year was always a cherished one in the Grand City of Atutania. A celebration of the Order of the Glade, the great hero it devoted its purpose to, and its service to the nations before it. The first day of trials and tests for those who sought to become known as a warden. The Day of Heroes².

But the Lord-Commander was not really thinking about another year of promising new recruits nor was she thinking of the festival that the city put on. She had other things on her mind.

“The world is teetering, isn’t it?”

Alicia Welrae sat blankly in her private chambers, arms crossed as she looked over various parchments in front of her. There was nobody else in the room.

“We haven’t been this unprepared in centuries,” she murmured in contemplation, “and it has happened under my watch.”

She sighed and looked upward.

“Seleistia watch over us all.”

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Dreańe Priihdontas was bored.

Granted, Dreańe was always bored. As a veteran warden she was used to being in the field, not that she was particularly unenthused about her position as one of the few training prospective recruits into the order. The seven days ahead, as per the trials³, were going to be grueling and a test of character. Dreańe remembered her days as an aspiring warden with eyes as big as the sun. She passed the trials on her first try, of course, but very rarely were people truly ready for the fight before them.

Sometimes, initiatehood hopefuls even died on the seventh trial. How many would do so in the days ahead?

“Lady Priihdontas.”

And suddenly the green-haired warden was no longer bored. The appearance of the former child prodigy and newly humbled warden, Maxell Tolecht, was at the very least a curiosity. She wasn’t particularly surprised given the circumstances she had heard the rumors about his previous assignment. Those of their qualifications were only assigned to oversee warden prospects if they personally asked for the duty or if they needed to be reminded of their place in the order. She was the former and he the latter.

“Didn’t expect you to be here,” Maxell commented nonchalantly, “last I heard you were in that wretched desert.”

“Oh. Maxell,” the green-haired girl tilted her head, “suppose I was. But no longer.”

“Lord Tolecht.” the blonde corrected with disdain.

Maxell was the son of an undernoble, not particularly powerful nobility, but despite that and his particular reputation for having the impulse of a wild wolf, he did care much about formalities and manners. She didn’t, but she found it quite entertaining to push his buttons. Of course, this was known about her. It was sort of common knowledge among her fellows in the order that she was a bit of a devious one, after all, controlling people’s impulses was a lot easier than controlling hers.

“Lord Toilet,” she smiled wryly, “I cannot wait to see what initiates come to the proving grounds this year. That is, if they don’t get lost in the city among the celebrations. Quite unfair that we never get to participate, don’t you agree?”

He shot her a glare and rolled his eyes, he knew what she was about.

“Games are for others. Not I.”

“But I like games!”

“I know,” he sighed, “worry not, you’ll get your fun soon enough.”

As they quarreled, initiates began to enter the proving grounds, hoping to become wardens. When they arrived they would then be met by someone who would take their name and information before allowing them entrance into the area. It was here that they would find themselves directed to practice their skills as wardens observed their skills. The options to showcase were up to them: archery targets had been lined up on the west end overlooking the rolling hills that sprawled throughout the glade, melee dummies had been set on the east end, and in the center a large practice circle stood.

A prelude to a great beginning.

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<sub>1. The second season is called Harvest by humans and Niwlen (bloom) by elves.
2. The Day of Heroes is a holiday that most of the great nations celebrate in honor of Itena and her legend.
3. The wardens of the Order of the Glade are notoriously strict and their trials dangerous. “If one fails, so do the other four.” is a known adage for a reason.</sub>